Friday, August 22, 2008: The Scrooge East 58th Street building has not talked to me about the complaint I made a while back. I filed complaints with the city of NYbecause I was not allowwed to sit outside on the sidewalk with my little cat and homeless cart.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008: It will be a year on August 22. Leo left my apt. in the afternoon at around 4:30 P.M. I missed him for a long while and the place seemed empty without him, though I still had Lauchita. I still think about him. I wish I hadn’t let him go.

Monday, August 18, 2008: I have readin the AM New York paper that home appraisers who have worked for the loan officer and realtor instead of the borrower are not being investigated by the government. These appraisers have inflated the price of condos and homes. As a consequence, when it comestime to sell, the seller cannot get the price it wasappraisedfor and alot of money is lost. This very same thing happened to me in Atlanta, GA. My condo was appraised at $178,000and when I wanted to get rid of it because I suspected mortgage fraud, all the realtors who came to see it, said I’d be lucky to get $140,000. This might seem like a small amount of money to lose, but tome it meant doom. I had already seen my credit go down the hill, bill collectors were calling me all day long. Needless to say, the stress and anguish was just too much. These people should be made to pay for what they did. That simple.

Thursday, August 14, 2008: Now, after the GA Real Estate is investigating La Shawn Tucker, the realtor who hooked me up with the loan officer, what is the next step? What will happen? I have been eagerly waiting for the results of this investigation, but so far, nothing. I want justice. I know it soundsnaive, but that’s how I will always feel about this mortgage fraud/foreclosure issue.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008: After the daily dose of rain (yesterday evening it came down really hard), I feel chills all over my body. The left side is like my personal barometer. It tells me that yes, I am coming down with something. nd I have no refuge, nowhere to hide after I get all wet. It’s just me and discomfort.

Monday, August 11, 2008: I was standing under the shelter at the Starbucks on East 51st. Street. Next to me were 3 girls speaking German. I noticed them looking at me, my little cat and my big red cart. Then I went inside Starbucks.When I came back out, the girls were gone, but they had left a little pressent on the table–2 25 cent coins. Guess that was atip for me in the rain.00

Tuesday, August 5, 2008: Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting in the public area outside the NYPL on East 58th and Lexington, when I was asked to leave.The security guard said that the owner of the building had come by and noticed me and my bags. And he didn’t like my cat, either. My cat is well behaved and she likes to lay in the sun after being in the carrier. And if I have bags to carry it is because I am temporarily homeless. I have already filed a couple of complaints with the City of New York regarding this matter. I consider it unfair and stupid. There are lots of people always sitting outside the NYPL. I feel descriminated against because of my situation.